Strapped into the five point harness of my baby stroller is a mini superstar sucking on a dinosaur soother.
That’s right – I have been given the highly sought after and seriously underpaid job of chauffeuring a little celebrity around town in my Graco buggy.
At least, I’m pretty sure there’s a celebrity in there…
Because how else can you possibly explain the unfathomable amount of attention given to the tiny human chewing on a toy giraffe?
Anytime we leave the house, we have to tack an additional half hour to our schedule for spontaneous “meet and greets.” We barely make it out of our apartment elevator without being mobbed by a herd of cooing grandmas and cross-eyed strangers pulling silly faces. And forget about the days of messy ponytails, sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt – my little passenger ensures that there is no longer such a thing as running a “quick errand without seeing anyone.”
Clearly the only plausible conclusion is that I’m carting around a blue eyed, button nosed, internationally recognized superstar.